Troubled hearts.

Yesterday morning I read the story of Daniel in the lions' den. I kept thinking that Daniel is one of the rottenest books in the Bible because he had one of the rottenest lives. (But beautiful sometimes too). He is constantly losing friends and being put in charge of things and then the people who put him in charge are constantly going mad or dying. He never has anyone. I think he may have cried a lot.
This morning I read chapter seven in which Daniel interprets the rottenest dream yet, and this one is even his, it doesn't belong to a king. And in the interpretation it says that this rotten beast will wear out the saints of the Most High.
We will be worn out.
That is the knowledge Daniel had to shoulder. That is the burden he bore alone, because three verses later Daniel says,
[it] troubled me, and my countenance changed in me: but I kept the matter in my heart.
In his heart. His broken, full, spilling heart.
I only have five chapters to go. And then I know what's coming. It just ends, abruptly, suddenly. There's no resolution in the book of Daniel. No mention of if he was ever married or if he made a friend who stayed a friend or if he was ever happy or even when and where and how he died. It just ends. And to my knowledge, Daniel still keeps that matter in his heart, the troubling one.

I always wanted to interpret dreams. I thought that would be an amazing gift to have. Like prophesying, but really just telling. Now I'm not so sure. Now it seems kind of rotten. Now I'd rather only read about it.

I am off to write a plethora of letters for correspondences that I neglected this term and make a pot of paris and paint a picture or two. Also to read Bond. He's making some very bold mistakes in the latest novel and I love it.
Bond and Daniel are almost kindred spirits now that I think of it.

They both bear burdens they shouldn't.